Category: relatable

Happiness does not have legs. It doesn’t have a sense of direction. It won’t find you by chance. You have to go out into the world. Seek it out.

Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has.

“I’ll never speak to God again.”

Sylvia Plath

“I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.”

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.”

Sylvia Plath

“We grow. It hurts at first.”

Sylvia Plath, Witch Burning

“I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”

Sylvia Plath

“I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.”

Sylvia Plath